"But what," badgers a relentless voice, "exactly are you doing out here? What are you accomplishing? What are you getting out of it? And what, oh especially what are you going to do with your life?"

The voice usually stops me. Knocks me down, kicks sand in my face. But this time, finally, I tell the voice to shut up. It's a stupid question, what are you going to do with your life. Setting out to do something with your life is like sitting down to eat a moose. Nobody ever did anything succussfully with their life. Instead they did something with their day. Each day.

Sunrise is birth. Sleep is death. Each day is your life.

Let the moose run. Eat some blueberries.
- Douglas Wood

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Eye candy!







Here we have a picture of some ladies and me in Kolkata. I had some interesting conversation in english with some of them. I tried to explain why I don't give money to individuals but to organizations. I work really hard to find organizations in Kolkata that I think could help them, if they had vacancy, and gave them the list with phone numbers, adresses and what the organizations did. Either they didn't understand what it was or didn't have much faith that these organizations could help them.
Another picture of the street from an above angle is in Kolkata. I would wake up to see people bathing, with there clothes on, on this bit of street where a water hose was located. People did their washing here too.
Another picture of the street but with lots of people, a young bus conductor hanging out of his bus and traffic is of Dhaka. Typical busy Dhaka. The traffic here is really quite bad at times. Spending two hours standing on an inner city bus is not unusual.
There's a picture of me with the Landlord I was staying with. His hair is died orange with Henna, also used to make cool pictures on women's (more often than men's) hands and arms. I liked him but apparently he didn't like me so much.
Also there is a picture of a rickshaw in Dhaka they are really beautifully decorated here. I just recently learned that many rickshaw pullers don't actually own their rickshaw (three wheeled bicycle pulling passengers) but belong to some boss that may own hundreds of rickshaws.

The below post is also quite new so do take a look at it to if you want.
Peace and presence
Kelly

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